Christmas was wonderful for my family. The company was awesome, the kids enjoyed the day, and the food was amazing. I really need to thank the cook for a job well done. Oh wait, that's ME!
The only thing worse than a bad Christmas, is getting the stomach flu the day after Christmas. That's what happened to me. I woke up and puked all morning long. It's always such a disappointment to have such a bad stomach bug when you have so much amazing food leftover that needs to be eaten. So, I spent that whole day in bed or kneeling in front of the toilet. Awesome.
The next day I woke up feeling a bit better. However, it looked like the Grinch broke into our home and thew Christmas all over the house. The house was just destroyed. I put the kids and I to work cleaning their bedrooms and cleaning the basement of our house. I started tiring quickly, but I was determined to get part of my house in some order. A little bit later, I start wondering where Rowen, my two year old, went. I looked in the laundry room first and the 2 year old in me erupted! I must say, it was not a pretty sight for me. About 30 minutes prior to this moment, I had just gave the cats a full food bowl and filled up their water as well. I had come in and out of the laundry room several times and must of forgot to shut the door.
Rowen had sneaked into the laundry room and put all of the cats food into their water. This may not sound like a big deal to you, but for me.... This happens all too often. Often enough for me to get super pissed about it. I hate wasting that food. It's probably a good $2.00 worth of food now wasted. So I told my kids to stay in their room and I shut the door to the laundry room and have my 2 year old temper tantrum. I grab the only big thing in there which is a toy baby stroller and smashed it repeatedly on the unfinished wall. I raised it high over my head and smashed it again and again against a series of 2x4s. Over and over. The stroller starting buckling and the metal legs quickly broke and splintered. It felt so good!
Funny thing, Joe walked in right at the end. He just raises his eyebrows and said, "Bad day?" I nod and he leaves me to further destroy anything until I feel like my anger is avenged.
Let me tell you: I murdered that toy baby stroller. In cold blood. It's beyond repair. I'm okay with that. It made me feel better for about 2 minutes!
It's so ironic that I tell my kids to not get upset at things such as this, but here I go off the deep end. Not only did I go off the deep end, I ran towards it and went head first!
I'm going to claim crazy insanity red-head moment of losing my temper. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Until then, I hope Aviana doesn't come to me asking for the toy baby stroller!
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